Saturday, May 9, 2009

NRA

I played with a gun todayI fingered the chunk of metal and plastic(Straight finger, don't fuck with the trigger)I held it out, searching for my target(Don't pussy grab it, make that gun your bitch)I played with a gun today

I played with a gun todayI loaded the magazine, bullets glimmering(Push down, then back)I slammed it home, listening for the click(Don't do it halfway) I played with a gun today

I played with a gun todayGun oil on my fingers and in my nose(It becomes an aphrodisiac after awhile)Practicing, practicing, practicing, practicing(Muscle memory is better than any other)I played with a gun today

I played with a gun todaySliding it, hiding it, between my skin and jeans(Look for that outline, don't show you're packing)I was wet from the feel of cold against hot(You're just a dirty whore, aren't you?)I played with a gun today

I fired a gun todayI wanted it over, I wanted it to end(You wanted to see to feel his red blood on your face)I could still feel his dirty hands pawing to be let in(He won't hurt another little girl ever again)I fired a gun today

This Is Me

A sequel, a continuation of a blog I started long ago that ended abruptly. God knows what you will find here. I write short stories, I write about my life, I give my opinions freely about the world around me. It'll be like South Park - anything goes. And just as satirical.